this is me about 98 percent of the time.
Actually Amelia, the murderous wizard who will do anything to get ultimate power IS probably more honest than you.
Funny how that works.
They both lie to other people, for an endless list of different reasons. He lies and cheats and steals, when killing won’t get him what he wants. He lies to normal people about who he is and what he does, because that’s what a wizard has to do to live in this world.
She lies, too. About her age and her past- she’s a school teacher who looks like she’s in her twenties, but in reality is in her sixties. She lies to her students and fellow staff members about what she was doing the night before, because while a mundane night in, stuck grading papers, might make her seem like a recluse and a workaholic, it’s far more believable than going on the hunt for demons.
But, for him, that is where the lying stops. He has never once made excuses or told himself lies. He knows who he is and what he’s about. He’s out solely for himself and that fact has never bothered him, it’s never been something he wants to brush under the rug. Amelia, though… Amelia is different. He watches the way she reacts when he asks her questions, the way she brushes things off or avoids answering altogether. He doesn’t blame her for telling him half-truths, or non-truths at all, but there are times where it seems she’s trying to convince herself as much as she’s trying to convince him.
He calls her on it one day- they’re at lunch at a small outdoor cafe. (He’s going to have to ask her one day why she keeps indulging him like this.) She’s having tea, and it’s so keenly reminiscent of the day they first met, of the pain he uncovered with just a simple statement (You lost someone you care about to someone like me, once.) that he has to say something.
"You’re really dishonest, you know that?"
Her cheeks color instantly, and she nearly chokes on her tea, obviously surprised by the observation. She regains her composure quickly, something he’s always liked about her, and shoots back, “Speak for yourself. And shut up.”
"Call me a liar if you want, Amelia." He’s been called far, far worse in his very long life, and besides, it wouldn’t be untrue. "But at least I don’t make a habit of lying to myself.” He leans back in his chair, taking a sip of his coffee and watching her cheeks flush darker. He smiles slightly against the edge of the mug, knowing that she knows he’s right.
She makes an indignant noise, and smooths her blouse. She contemplates the contents of her teacup for a moment. Then she finally speaks, her tone low and even, with something raw and honest at the edges. “Maybe, but I don’t think I’m ready to face the truth just yet.”
"If not now, then when?" He counters.
For a moment, she looks like she’s going to answer. Then her phone rings and the moment is over. He’d been so close to uncovering something real, but there will be other chances, other moments. Right now, from what he’s gathering from her half of the conversation, a siren has moved into the local reservoir and needs dealing with.
He gives a low chuckle, drops some cash on the table, and excuses himself. “As fun as that sounds, I don’t feel like drowning today, so I’ll leave this one to you. Good luck, Amelia.”
So I was shelving plush at work yesterday and I found these two little guys and thought that they should be friends.
My coworkers said that they should star in a children’s book, “Pinky and Inky”, the scuba diving pig and the octopus who become bffs.
Herc Hansen: Raleigh, this is my son Chuck. He’s my copilot now.
Chuck Hansen: He’s more my copilot, right Dad.
FAVORITE CHARACTERS in no particular order, genre, or medium
Raleigh Becket • Pacific Rim"Well, thank you for your honesty. You might be right. But one day when you’re a pilot you’re gonna see that in combat you make decisions, and you have to live with the consequences. That’s what I’m trying to do."
Dude can you teach me how to be so cool and awesome like you?
BEING COOL IS EASY. You just have to complete these simple tasks.
First, collect a few brown rocks for me (139,377 brown rocks to be precise)
Then, defeat Ug-Thak, Lord of Skags.
Then, pilfer the lost staff of Mount Schuler.
THEN you shall bring me the head of the Destroyer of Worlds.
And THEN YOU SHALL DANCE FOR MY ENJOYMENT! HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA—
/walks five feet across the room
/uncovers Steve’s secret stash of coolness
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